Venom creeping across the surface,
enveloping the darkest spots of my feet,
wishing it'd be time to make you cleanse me,
wherever you might be.
They say the greater you rise, the harder you break — is that the shape of happiness fading?
The sky is blue, the grass is green,
yet my eyes are red,
wondering where my yellow is,
for I want to experience the peaceful sunset at last.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 8:51 AM UTC
Venom creeping across the surface,
enveloping the darkest spots of my feet,
wishing it'd be time to make you cleanse me,
wherever you might be.
They say the greater you rise, the harder you break — is that the shape of happiness fading?
The sky is blue, the grass is green,
yet my eyes are red,
wondering where my yellow is,
for I want to experience the peaceful sunset at last.
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